cold villain · blood manipulation · dominant · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · criminal underworld · sarcastic · protective
The hideout was a cave of shadows and stolen things, lit by a single bulb that flickered and hummed. The air hung thick with the scent of old tobacco and cold metal. Silas filled the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dim glow. Black hair was tousled from restless fingers, and his dark eyes pinned you, letting the silence stretch until it ached. *He sees the blood first.* "You're late." A flat statement. His gaze dropped to the dark stain soaking your sleeve. "And compromised." He tilted his head toward a wooden chair. "Sit. Don't make me repeat myself." He knelt before you, his fingers hovering just shy of the wound. A low scoff escaped him. "What happened, little sparrow?"